The remains of love
rot in a coffin of betrayal,
murdered by lies,
buried in memories of distress.
Morbid petals mock
as muscles of melancholy
inflict a crush of
death,
to remnant hope in duress.
A heavy heart
breathes its last,
smothered by the
weight
of its own
emptiness.
***
: Derek Hess.
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